Remembering

The sighing Autumn breeze
Brings back memories of despair.
My blood begins to freeze
As I tell myself someone cares.

A four stanza poem, a four stanza song,
A four stanza heartbeat that doesn't belong.
Eyes toward heaven, knees on the ground,
I beg God to move and turn my life around.

Something trumps nothing
Each and every day.
Would He change that for me?
Do motivations come into play?

"I know my heart," I want to scream aloud,
But this breeze has brought a doubt to cloud.
If it's as black, as I'm beginning to think,
Is that what is sucking my life down the sink?

Then a whisper cuts through the night,
Like a sword to my heart,
"You're forgiven," says a voice of might.
And it tears that breeze apart.

"I love you and always will," He tells me.
I feel His arms about me, suddenly I'm free,
The burdens have lifted, the darkness is gone,
And there's a new breeze, one heralding the dawn.